the theory of knowledge from a poet's corner

Month: September 2015

What do we see through the eyes of man? The sun shining bright on a summer’s day Or the dark grey storm-clouds of winter? What do we see through the eyes of man? The beauty of youth in a red dress Or the empathy of … Continue reading the eyes of man

Setting the table for dinner, Harry noticed the salt shaker had pepper mixed in with it. Harry was a curious sort, and, strange as it may seem to others, it got Harry thinking, is that what I’d look like if I grew facial hair? And so … Continue reading on the face of it

I’ll reach out to you tomorrow and discuss the specifics. This came via e-mail from a business associate a few days ago. It wasn’t the first time. In fact, it’s been occurring regularly, almost as often as I take my morning walks. I reached out … Continue reading reaching out

And the house came tumbling down. Or so it seems likely to at some stage. The title alone lends itself to the star of the show falling from the heady peaks of power, glory and notoriety, to the lowly troughs of being ‘yesterday’s man,’ once … Continue reading house of cards

I found myself in a kind of trance, a daze, a dream. It began with a reflection on the night before, which now seemed distant, a vague memory of debauchery and mayhem. I’d survived it without even an alcohol-induced stupor, though if memory served, others hadn’t … Continue reading dream…

…that I’d like to share with you. It begins where dreams usually do, in the bedroom. That morning the sun shone through the blinds, the same blinds I’d left open the night before. Jules was a sound sleeper and anything but an early riser. She … Continue reading I have a dream…

It was hot – inside and out. The sun was out and Spring had turned into an early Summer. Though the forecast was for a cool change in coming days, the heat only had to last 24 hours for an ill-wind to blow through the … Continue reading the assassin’s knife